Are we lost or is the compass broken? when our faith is tested, identity is rejected like half-digested food so what the mouth forces out nowadays is filth and is still accepted by the youth, this is the story of my life I wonder if we are headed in one direction.
Are we lost or is the compass broken? my mind cant fathom why we keep the tokens in our pockets and dont appriciate our worth.
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Are we lost or is the compass broken? When false hopes multiply, we become the product of no value like counterfeit notes which cant buy our genuine selves packed on the shelf collecting dust, I wonder, must we equal ourselves to better looking people when the future aint even promised? False hopes, wonder, values, genuine self.. a fine poem indeed. tony